Sally lay in her bed, curling and uncurling her toes, her hands clenched around the sheets that were pulled up to her nose. This year was the year. The year that Sally would finally see him. The Easter Bunny.
She pinched her cheeks routinely, staring up at the ceiling with high hopes. Her childish excitement could barely be consumed and she would occasionally giggle to herself. Oh, she was diabolical.
It was 3 in the morning. She couldn't- Wait- what was that? There it was again. It was a heavy thump. Her parents didn't walk like that. And her baby brother? Well, he couldn't walk period.
Another thump. Sally carefully pushed back her thick princess blankets and dangled her feet above the floor.
A gasp, a choked back cry, and a strangled sigh. She slid off of her bed and made the long trek to her door and peeked through. Nothingness. Just the lone light coming from the nightlight plugged into the wall. Her palms were getting clammy and she rubbed them n her shirt.
Easter bunny. Think of the Easter bunny. Her slippered feet shuffled across the wooden floors to her parent's room and she twisted the metal knob. The door swung open on its own accord and Sally held her breath.
A hunched over... rabbit thing... stood next to the king sized bed. It turned its furry head over to look in Sally's general direction. It was shaking, and tufts of fuzz were missing, showing ugly gray bald spots. Its pupils were dilated. Its small, bulgy eyes blood shot. Blood dripped down its chin and its clawed hands reached up to clutch its chest. Sally stood, staring as it stretched out its hand to her, two round robin eggs sitting in the palm of its hand.
"Easter bunny?"
10.15.2007
55 word Story V2.0
Adrianna was there when David walked in the door.
"Where's the extra house key?"
She was irritated. He shrugged, listless.
"I dunno."
"You probably left them at her house!"
She hissed.
"What?! Who's 'her'?"
"Screw you! You're cheating on me!"
Adrianna swung her purse at him. The key fell out and clattered to the floor.
10.11.2007
Untitled by Anonymous
What would my life be like if it were a book? I wonder if I were a character imprinted on paper if I would be able to understand the thoughts going on inside me. Or would everything be just as abstract and incoherent as my life really is? Would it be in third person, or would I be telling the story? How would you condense me life into a few words to a make a title that summarizes my life?
The birth, terrible twos threes and fours, puberty, angsty teenage years, college life, marriage, kids, over the hill, menopause, grandchildren, arthritis, hip problems, deterioration and ultimate death of Mackenzie Branch
Right. Not a very good title. So what would be the title? Who would write it? A friend? A relative? An enemy? A stranger? God? Death? Or some random voice that simply narrates the entire world? I think I will just leave my life untitled. By anonymous.
The birth, terrible twos threes and fours, puberty, angsty teenage years, college life, marriage, kids, over the hill, menopause, grandchildren, arthritis, hip problems, deterioration and ultimate death of Mackenzie Branch
Right. Not a very good title. So what would be the title? Who would write it? A friend? A relative? An enemy? A stranger? God? Death? Or some random voice that simply narrates the entire world? I think I will just leave my life untitled. By anonymous.
10.08.2007
55 Word Story
She was waiting for him when he walked in the door.
"Where's the extra house keys?"
She hissed. He shrugged.
"I don't know."
"You probably left them at her house!"
"What?! Who's 'her'?"
"Screw you! You're cheating on me!"
She swung her purse at his head. The keys fell out and clattered to the floor.
"Where's the extra house keys?"
She hissed. He shrugged.
"I don't know."
"You probably left them at her house!"
"What?! Who's 'her'?"
"Screw you! You're cheating on me!"
She swung her purse at his head. The keys fell out and clattered to the floor.
10.01.2007
Her (final version)
She sits across the tiny room
Legs crossed
Hands folded
Eyebrow cocked
One corner of her mouth
pulled up
in an
interrogating
sideways
smile.
The smile that says:
“There’s more to you
that you’re not telling me”
Legs crossed
Hands folded
Eyebrow cocked
One corner of her mouth
pulled up
in an
interrogating
sideways
smile.
The smile that says:
“There’s more to you
that you’re not telling me”
And that dreaded gaze.
That horrible
Dreaded
Gaze.
It’s friendly
but it’s trying to pick me
a
p
a
r
t
Piece by piece.
No one has ever done that to me
reading the spines of her books
I almost have their order memorized
Schizophrenia, OCD, Bi-Polar, Multiple Personality Disorder
Anxiety
Depression
But she keeps gazing
keeps picking
Pulls away the frayed edges of my cover
all over.
I smear across the walls.
I am smudged into the carpet.
The tiny pill.
The pill that contains
happiness?
Yes.
Open mouth
Insert pill
Close mouth
Swallow
c o n t e n t m e n t
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